”I can’t believe it! I thought you guys hated me!”
I’m not usually this erratic, I swear. Let me catch you guys up.
I took Thursday off. I was tired, and I didn’t feel like dealing with all the assholes here at work. I still don’t, but I couldn’t take off forever.
I spent Thursday in bed with Dirk, napping and otherwise. We went out in the late afternoon, and I bought a treasure chest that hooks up to the aerator in my fish tank. It opens and closes with the air bubbles, and it has little jewels, glitter, and a fake strand of pearls dangling out. I’ve always wanted one, so Dirk was more than happy to buy it for me.
We all (Dirk, Aaron, Jason and I) went out to play pool Thursday night. They even convinced me to join in on a game – I’m really lousy. I only had a vague idea of how to even aim the cue stick. It was a lot of fun, though. I told Dirk that I’d be more than happy to play with him, one-on-one, any night he wanted to.
He took me up on that offer on Friday night. There was a live band at the pool hall, and we played for hours – my game improved enough that I almost won a couple times. I’m starting to love this game.
After we left the pool hall (completely broke, I might add), we wandered over to Bar J’s. Charlie’s wife works there, and we’d lost touch with them after Dirk moved back in with his folks. They moved, and we hadn’t gotten their new number. By some stroke of luck, both Charlie and his wife were there. Charlie was overjoyed to see us, getting Dirk free beer and inviting us both to come over as soon as possible. His wife was pregnant again, due in June. I may have mentioned that they’re devout Catholics.
Devin is the most attractive pregnant lady I’ve ever seen. She looks good pregnant. She’s full-blooded Irish, with high cheekbones, freckles, and dark-reddish hair. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’s one of the best people I’ve ever met, I’d hate her on sight.
We talked to Charlie and Devin until midnight, and I bummed as many cigarettes as possible from him. I’m glad we got back in touch again. To recap, Charlie was almost our rhythm guitarist, before he started having to watch his kids every Saturday. He took Dirk in last summer when he got kicked out of his house, and let Dirk live with them for quite a while.
Practice was a nightmare. It was really warm outside, the sun was shining, and the air conditioner gave out. There’s almost no ventilation in the practice room, aside from the air conditioner. Sweat was pouring off of us, and we were playing a lot faster so we could have a break and cool down. At one point, Dirk and Aaron started fucking around instead of going to the next song. I got the microphone from Doshu and yelled at them, because sweat was literally dripping from my eyelashes like tears. PMS was also a major factor.
But practice went well, and we slogged our way through two new songs. We shopped for Mother’s Day stuff afterwards. I bought my mother a card. It was a really nice card that was theoretically handmade. My father didn’t feel like getting up off his butt to get her a card himself, so he gave me one and asked me to get one that was sentimental. I did that, alright, but it was also ironic. The card basically went on and on about all the little things she does to make our lives better. I don’t think anyone caught the irony but me.
I did squat on Sunday. I spent the afternoon at Dirk’s house, watching some awful movie about a house, a ghost, and a girl who couldn’t walk. Dirk wanted to go to a music store with Jason, but we ended up going to see “Election.” Go see that movie; it’s hilarious. There’s also a lot of sex involved (although it’s not the type to get most people aroused).
In other news, I’m probably going to get the job I wanted. My supervisor came to me this morning and told me that Carla, one of the women who interviewed me, came to the office to get her opinion of me. My supervisor supposedly gave her a glowing recommendation. Now I’m left hoping, hoping.
I hope you guys had a week-end as good as mine was.